birthdays come birthdays go as years go bye it lets you know
skin it wrinkles hair go goes grey your twighlight years or on the way
glasses needed eyesight gone getting worse as years move on
all we have is memory how it was used to be
when we were young and life was free
that is life and natures way
we age each minute of every day
thinking of things we used to do
when we were young and foolish to
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jim56 (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2026 05:30
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Comments1
Indeed tis true Jim we all age and some show it more and others less. Well done
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